Poor Janine travelled for two days and two nights
in a third-class carriage because the refugees from the north had
crowded the trains and troop transports had overburdened the railways.
When she arrived, exhausted and ill, the news of the victory of
the Marne had just been announced.
`We have nothing more to do in Nantes,' Colonel Moore told me.
`We must return to Rouen with all haste.'
Once more I had to break my wife's heart by abandoning her in the
strange city. She was at the end of her strength.
Weeks passed. Everything was different from what we had expected.
I had left Elbeuf to take command of a section, to manoeuvre and
shoot, to risk my life. My desire for sacrifice had been denied
and I had lost my equilibrium. After the Marne I hoped for a quick
victory. But the armies had entrenched themselves and did not move.
Now they were requesting wood charcoal for their braziers, the
only fuel that was not dangerous. There was hardly any left in
France. Colonel Moore said to me:
`I need tons of charcoal ... Produce it.'
With the aid of Captain Ridel I created a whole industry in the
forests of Normandy. The braziers in the trenches did not lack
for fuel. But I suffered from carrying on this overseer's task
while my friends were under fire. I received sombre but courageous
letters from my cousins Pierre and Andre. Both had been handsomely
cited in the orders of the day. Andre, a lieutenant in the chasseurs
d pied had no doubts about his fate: `The certainty of a fine death,'
he wrote to me, `leaves no place at all for fear.' At the beginning
of 1915 he was killed by a bullet through the forehead while leading
his company in an attack. I had loved him dearly, his death overwhelmed
me. I said to Ridel:
`Don't make me stay in Rouen, sir, I implore you. I cannot bear
to remain in safety when this boy has sacrificed his life for the
ideas which I helped him to form. . . . '
`But your wifee' Ridel asked.
`Do you think this life is making her very happy?' I replied.
I knew that she was not. In Elbeuf she was often at cross purposes
with my family; in Rouen she complained that she never saw me except
surrounded by tiresome majors and colonels. My departure for the
front would leave her free to go and live in Paris in our attractive
small apartment in the Rue Ampere. We did not lack money, for contrary
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`Don't make me stay in Rouen, sir, I implore you. I cannot bear
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`But your wifee' Ridel asked.
`Do you think this life is making her very happy?' I replied.
I knew that she was not. In Elbeuf she was often at cross purposes
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